Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 303 The Battle of the Summit! Chelsea!
2017 2 Month 4 Day.

The 24th round of the Premier League has begun, and the match has just started at Stamford Bridge.

Qin Ming jogged to meet his teammates, but in his mind he was thinking about how, three days ago, he had spent 80 points to buy Bierhoff's heading talent from the rewards that appeared in the shop.

Who is this person?

The King of Headers.

He once beat Ronaldo to win the Serie A Golden Boot, scored a hat-trick of headers in the World Cup, and scored the winning goal in extra time in the European Championship.

His heading talent is different from that of Cristiano Ronaldo, Klose, and others.

It has a unique skill.

Strength, positioning, power generation, posture, and even the ability to execute a curved header.

Therefore, Qin Ming displayed his heading talent in training before today's match, which his teammates were not surprised by.

Anyway, there are already many mysteries surrounding Qin Ming.

The camera panned to the coaching bench on the sidelines, where Wenger was already all smiles even before a goal had been scored.

It seems like something happy happened.

"Alvaro is our main pivot, but if Qin can make forward runs at crucial moments, the threat of those headers will increase significantly!"

Pat Rice spoke Wenger's mind.

Chelsea have shown visible improvement compared to the first half of the season, especially in defense.

It's no longer the chaos of the past.

The offensive strategy focuses more on utilizing the strengths of players like Hazard and Diego Costa.

The 7th minute of the game.

Hazard combined with Marcos Alonso on the wing, getting past Coquelin and then dribbling past Bellerin.

The Spanish full-back gave it his all in chasing back.

But a leg suddenly appeared in front of him, tripping him and causing him to fall down in a sorry state.

"Disgusting kicking style!"

Bellerin cursed inwardly.

Van Dijk could only retreat while covering, watching as Diego Costa rushed up in front of him, blocked his position, received the ball, and led it forward.

"Cough cough!"

Van Dijk, who had been hit hard in the ribs, was unable to keep up.

This allowed Diego Costa to easily set up Hazard, giving him a one-on-one opportunity against goalkeeper Cech.

Bang! Hazard calmly slotted the ball home, the ball hitting the inside of the post and bouncing into the goal.

1-0! ! !

"Beautiful! Hazard! Goal!"

"In Conte's 3-4-3 system, he plays as a free agent on the left wing, cutting inside to form a triangular attack with Diego Costa and Pedro!"

"Averaging 3.2 dribbles per game, second in the Premier League!"

"Chelsea seems to have undergone a complete transformation, just like Arsenal last season!"

"However, the latter was because of a player, while the former was because of a coach!"

Zhan Jun exclaimed in admiration.

Chelsea's attack was indeed beautiful, especially Hazard's dribbling, which, although not as flashy as Qin Ming's, was still very smooth and fluid.

"Yeah!!!"

Chelsea fans at Stamford Bridge erupted in cheers.

Last season, as the defending Premier League champions, they achieved extremely poor results.

Arsenal, once looked down upon by them, has risen to prominence.

And that Arsenal number 10, who has provoked them countless times, even humiliating them at Stamford Bridge.

"Show that Chinese kid what he's made of!"

"This year's Premier League title belongs to us!"

"Azar!"

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Cheers echoed in the ears of all the players, and Hazard celebrated with an excited knee slide.

Qin Ming, standing at the edge of the frame, rubbed his chin. "The two defensive midfielders should help defend the flanks as much as possible, and our two wingers also need to drop back and participate."

Suddenly thinking about the header, he glanced at David Luiz, Azpilicueta, and others.

"Alvaro, if there's a set-piece opportunity, let's combine like we do in training, with our overlapping runs!"

Qin Ming made arrangements in an orderly manner.

He wasn't surprised that Chelsea scored against him, because Hazard is indeed strong this year, seemingly having his own background music in every game.

But Arsenal are by no means weak either.

"Hey! This goal is just the beginning. Don't cry if you lose the game later!"

Diego Costa used his foul mouth skill.

"Haha, do you remember the last game? He did this, and this!"

Cazorla struck a funny pose.

"It stinks!" Monreal exclaimed, fanning his nose in disgust.

"Fuck you!"

Diego Costa was a bit taken aback by the migrant worker duo.

"Let's talk about it after we win!" Qin Ming said coldly.

The game quickly resumed.

"Don't give them a chance to pass and cut inside; the midfielders should push their players outwards!"

"Yes! Limit their center-backs from passing the ball out, force them to only pass sideways!"

"Pretty!"

Conte clapped and shouted from the sidelines.

Wenger, with his arms crossed, wore a black suit with a white shirt and a bright tie, giving the impression that he was Arsenal's twelfth man.

"Move forward!"

Seeing Moses and Fabregas approaching, Qin Ming immediately signaled Cazorla to break through, and the entire formation pushed forward in sync.

Don't go back!

Moses, from Nigeria, saw Fabregas trying to leave and immediately stopped him.

Because Azpilicueta had already gone to cover the defense.

He wasn't confident he could defend Qin Ming one-on-one.

"it is good!"

As soon as Fabregas finished speaking, Cazorla, through the gaps in the crowd, passed the ball diagonally to the wing.

Qin Ming's figure flashed the instant he received the ball.

accelerate!
Right foot spikes the ball, left foot jumps!
next moment!
Moses and Fabregas momentarily lost their balance.

Such fast movements, almost invisible, trigger a subconscious reaction, commonly known as a muscle response.

However, the brain is sending a signal not to be fooled.

"coming!"

Qin Ming's chest heaved more violently as he crouched down and passed between the two men.

His eyes, however, remained as still as a deep well.

Because Azpilicueta attacked him at an extremely fast speed.

"No wonder Mourinho praised him so highly!"

Qin Ming didn't waste time dribbling past his opponent; instead, he pointed to the open space to his left and passed the ball to Morata.

Snapped!
The response from the other side was simple: to decisively cooperate by hitting the wall.

Azpilicueta immediately changed direction. Qin Ming knew he didn't have much time to adjust, so he planted his right foot in the grass and raised his left leg.

boom!
The close-range shot was powerful yet accurate.

"Oh no! Courtois blocked the ball with one hand; his reaction was incredibly fast!"

"However, Arsenal also managed to halt Chelsea's momentum with a sharp attack!"

"Qin Ming's performance on the wing remains consistently strong!"

"Let's take a look at Arsenal's corner kick. Qin Ming is still outside the penalty area!"

The header tactics learned in the last-minute training session were not very sophisticated, and were even quite crude.

But its strength lies in its unexpectedness.

Because Arsenal's previous corner kicks were mostly about first gaining possession and then slowly penetrating the defense.

They rarely throw the ball directly into the penalty area.

Snapped!
This time, Cazorla's right foot curled out in an arc, seemingly aiming for the far post.

Morata was there too.

Chelsea players immediately looked over, with David Luiz sticking close and pushing Morata outwards.

No one noticed a figure charging unstoppably towards them from outside the penalty area.

Whoosh! The Chelsea fans in the stands saw it, and Courtois noticed it a moment later as well.

Fabregas rushed over to stop him.

But the next second, he was pushed aside by Qin Ming like a piece of paper, one step, two steps!
Jump, headbutt!
The moment his forehead collided with the soccer ball, there was even a loud "bang" sound!
Courtois's raised arm fell limply to his side.

Because the ball has already gone in.

"Come on!" Qin Ming roared, punching the Blue Army, who had been arrogant but were now silent.

Want to announce the result before the game is even over? You should ask him if he agrees.

"Incredible! Qin Ming scored a cannonball header, combining a long run-up with a jump in mid-air, and even twisting his waist and abdomen to generate power!"

"His sensitivity to three-dimensional space allows him to accurately judge trajectories!"

"His exceptional core strength allows him to jump to a sufficient height!"

Zhan Junle couldn't stop smiling.

At Stamford Bridge, the scoreboard went from 1-0 to 1-1, Qin Ming's name flashed, and finally became a single letter.

Goal!

"No, this, this!"

Conte on the coaching bench was completely baffled. Based on his understanding of Qin Ming, from Wolfsburg to Arsenal, he hadn't scored many headers in total.

Why do we have to be ruthless when dealing with them?

It's important to understand that every player has their own strengths. For example, Hazard excels at dribbling past opponents, and Qin Ming is a similar player.

Throughout history, there have probably been only a handful of players who are so well-rounded that they can dribble past opponents, organize play, and head the ball.

Qin Ming developed another skill at the age of twenty?
Thinking about this, Conte experienced a bit of low blood sugar, and his vision blurred for a while.

"Push them back down their left flank!"

Now that things have come to this, we can only proceed according to the original plan, using APZ, Moses, and Pedro to push and suppress the flank where Qin Ming is located.

However, the competition did not go as planned.

Just as Qin Ming became the focus of attention, Kanter, who was usually the most silent, began to shine again.

It was both black and shiny.

He assisted Monreal and Koscielny in making the flanks of the defense impregnable.

Qin Ming also returned from time to time to assist in the defense.

"Move away!"

After Fabregas regained possession of the ball, he suddenly launched a long pass to the other side.

Wenger's expression hardened.

Chelsea's core attacking force remains on the left flank, with Hazard being their sharpest weapon.

"Van Dyke!"

"Great! That was a decisive tackle, a perfect interception!"

"Does Arsenal have any chance to counter-attack?"

Van Dijk launched the ball into the attacking third, Matic got a touch on it, and Sanchez pressed hard, forcing the opponent to make a passing error.

Cazorla would immediately launch a long, over-the-top pass when he got the ball.

Beep! Morata had already planned how to take the one-on-one opportunity when he heard the referee blow his whistle.

Offside.

"Damn it, you're such a dead leg!" Morata slapped his thigh. He hadn't noticed the offside line and had run half a step ahead of time.

"Keep your head up when you play football!"

Qin Ming smiled.

He often played with his head down while at Wolfsburg, but fortunately Dieter Hecking noticed and corrected it early, preventing him from developing that bad habit.

After several waves of attacks.

The competition intensified, and the confrontations became increasingly fierce.

In the 28th minute of the first half, Sanchez cut inside past Matic, who was forced to commit a foul.

Yellow card.

Bellerin then received a yellow card for pulling Hazard.

"The atmosphere at Stamford Bridge is really exciting!"

"Hey! Kante's sudden tackle intercepted Fabregas!"

"Looking for Qin Ming!"

Qin Ming made high-frequency contact with the ball using the outside of his foot, while maintaining his speed.

Moses was so enraged that cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Just as he was about to steal the ball, Qin Ming swung out a bull's tail.

Moses, who was highly focused, reached out and poked at nothing.

"WOW!" Arsenal fans in the away stands raised their hands, watching Qin Ming sprint forward.

Azpilicueta came to the rescue.

I'll treat you the same way.

Qin Ming pretended to break through from the outside, but actually flicked the ball with his left foot and walked inside.

After taking Azpilicueta away, Monreal made a forward run, and the ball arrived in the next second.

"Monreal! Sweep it directly into the penalty area, Morata has a chance to shoot!"

"Courtois made a miraculous save!"

"Sanchez! He caught a loose ball and scored on the rebound!"

Arsenal come from behind to defeat Chelsea!

"1-2!!!"

At Stamford Bridge, Courtois sat helplessly in front of the goal, thinking that he couldn't stay at Chelsea any longer.

Because the two people he hates the most are here.

Wolfsburg's twin stars.

Especially Qin Ming, every time he was with him, he felt like he was trash.

I will accept Real Madrid's invitation after the season ends.

Hazard sighed to the heavens, lamenting that he used to be overshadowed by Messi and Ronaldo, but now he's overshadowed by Qin Ming.

When will this end?

Ignoring the Chelsea players, Qin Ming ran to Sanchez to celebrate, "I thought the second-place team in the Premier League was so strong!"

really.

Even Conte, who came up with new tactical concepts, couldn't achieve a comprehensive and foolproof defense without Kanté, a key player.

I can break through on the flanks very easily.

If Kanté were to be added to the mix, Qin Ming came to a conclusion after a brief moment of thought.

It will cause a lot of trouble.

"Bringing Kante back to Arsenal would be killing two birds with one stone!"

Qin Ming smiled at Kant.

Kanté paused for a moment, then returned a smile.

The 43th minute of the game.

Hazard wanted to push further into the penalty area, but Bellerin and Van Dijk were on high alert, so he could only pass the ball to Marcos Alonso.

The latter lobbed the ball into the penalty area at a 45-degree angle.

Diego Costa and Koscielny scrambled for the ball, with Costa heading it toward the Arsenal goal.

pat!

Cech's hands were steady, and he caught the ball in mid-air.

"Peter, over here!"

Qin Ming had already started running wildly, and Cech pretended to kick off when he heard this.

Sure enough, Diego Costa, that old fox, tried to stick his foot out to stop the ball.

Unexpectedly, Cech's move was just a feint.

"Ha ha!"

Facing his former teammate, Diego Costa gave an awkward smile and quietly withdrew from the penalty area.

With a 2-1 lead going into halftime, the Arsenal players were relaxed, but they knew Chelsea wouldn't give up.

After all, this match is quite important.

Currently, Arsenal is first in the Premier League standings, and Chelsea is second.

The two teams are still 9 points apart.

Another loss would mean double digits, and even if Arsenal falters a few times, it will be difficult to catch up.

However, Chelsea discovered something in the second half.

Arsenal frequently launched attacks down the flanks, creating corner kicks and giving Qin Ming more opportunities.

If only "Bierhoff's heading talent" wasn't already maxed out.

Courtois is likely to be thrashed.

"In the 78th minute, Courtois made 10 saves, while Cech only made 3!"

"Arsenal dominated Chelsea at Stamford Bridge!"

"Within the Premier League, Arsenal is already the king. If they don't falter in the spring, then I think the Premier League title is already in their pocket!"

Zhan Jun's words were a bit exaggerated.

But that's not entirely unreasonable; Arsenal is too strong this season, and they're still improving.

I really can't imagine where their limits are.
Beep-beep-beep!
Despite the Chelsea fans' anxious anticipation, the score remained unchanged until the very end.

1-2!

If it weren't for Courtois's exceptional performance, Arsenal would have rewritten the scoreline.

But they ultimately lost the game.

(End of this chapter)